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Life progress ahead Mauve sheets dribble hues of blues, Stories get unfold. She brings bright gospels Her fingers sparkle glitters Spring trailing behind. Love died when she died, She grew flowers and branches, Preyed upon by some foes. Sun shines but doesn’t smile, His moon eclipsed forever Sky shatters on ground. ©Aquib Copyright reserved.
On the auspicious wedding night She told him to sleep sound & tight Nay! not with her but with flimsy, Car, AC, cash and bright filigree. Till date the Couplets are told, “Oh Mir! your daughter is no more”. He only forgot to give the white shroud, A body laden with red Lehga was brought.Continue reading “THE BALLAD OF MIR’S DAUGHTER’s DEATH.”
I used to look into her eyes, And kiss those beautiful eye lids, Clasped hands together tightly We would witness the sun glorifying us, We would listen to the endearing Zephyr singing ballads. The cuckoo bird welcoming us With beautiful symphonies. I told her about good tales That fairies did exist and elves did dance.Continue reading “Remember?”
The aura on your faceI wonder the scintillationThat shower on your demureSo valvety, vivid and voracious. The moon sometimes envy youOh beloved! Loving you was my blessings,Wish our endearment lasted forever.Today the moon is crying as well,And the sunflower watching in despair.For you are the angel walkingWith you periwinkle dance in airAnd moon smileAnd theContinue reading “She”
My window overlooks a crescent moon There are stars shimmering and Twinkling, I peep into the glory of these scintillation A churlish child’s unfettered smile, egged my eyes, it was me- a coltish child. I swam again deeper into the alabastrine star, flabbergasted by the nightingale’s welcome Trees with outstretched hand hugging me, “Oh! sweetContinue reading “Light”
Life progress ahead Mauve sheets dribble hues of blues Stories get unfold. She brings bright gospels Her fingers sparkle glitters Spring trailing behind. Love died when she died, She grew flowers and branches, Preyed upon by some foes. Sun shines but doesn’t smile, His moon eclipsed forever Sky shatters on ground. ©Aquib
There is this room that is painted blue, And there are bloodstains on the walls, I have been to a lot these days. The marble tiles are withering slowly too, But the color of the wall ain’t. It’s as fresh as the fruits. The painter had took all the pains To mix everything to embossContinue reading “I am blue”
Each day I yearn to see her,On the same platform where she left me.I see her caricature exactly Below this lamp-postUntil the tangerine sunsetgets enveloped by the darkness of the night. Like the relinquished king I still waveLike how I bid her adios the last time.Her smuged memoriesoverpowering me at timesHave taken from methe overwhelmingContinue reading “She ( 3)”
I once visited my desolated attic in the home, She stood there collecting papers Upon which I scribbled lines… Lines after lines but all incomplete. There were dead plants too in the earthen pots, She brought seeds and plantlets Seeds of bonjour plants and periwinkle Daffodils, Jasmine and Red rose. Reviving the banished attic toContinue reading “She! (Part 2)”